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I am glad this week has come and is almost over.

Spring has finally rolled in with rain showers. My daffodils started opening their buds this morning as did my forsythia plants. In the next day or so, my front garden will be ringed in yellows, a color I don't automatically pick in plants, but that does wonders for my cold encased heart at this time of year. After this wave of yellow, pinks and purple will become dominant.

So we will have spring. I don't know why this winter seemed harder than any other, but I've been anxious to get back into the garden.

One morning this past week, I work up at 4:00 am and in taking Franklin outside, I noticed the already loud singing of birds. Each day I've look closely at what is popping up through the dirt, making note of what is returning and what has yet to stir.

I've ordered some tall summer phloxes (purple and pink), a few D-A-E roses (including Winchester), and a laced-cap hydrangea.

I saw my first such hydrangea in England and have been desperate to have one in my garden.

The last round of daffodils that I planted in late fall have still not emerged. I will dig around this weekend to see what's going on with them.

I still need to widen the hosta beds in the front, and continue building the backyard garden that I started last fall.